Prologue
The door was already open but it was a small gap. His finger could barely get through as he tried to open it a little more. He had already heard the noises but for a man in love it was important to be certain so in spite of every nerve in his body, he looked through and immediately wished he did not. He should have known that Damon would come around.
And there he was, on top of Mila, making love to her in his passionate way. She was pulling his lips closer to hers as he moving in and out of her. They were barely covered by the blanket.
He took a step back in shock but stayed there until he could feel the ground beneath his feet again. When he began to walk, he could still hear the redundant sound of the bed beating the wall behind it and Mila's mild whispery groans. When he closed his eyes, he could see Damon's hand moving up Mila's leg and the blanket slowly sliding down their bodies.
There is a cruel irony at play when our nightmares involve the pleasure of people we care about.